Sometimes brothers are estranged for the strangest of things, unnoted or unspoken stings, unopened strings, uncertainties, emergencies, slow spoken urgencies, or cuts unsutured from unseen surgeries. Cut off, pushed out to seas where storms rage for years of daze, the winds hit the embers and extend the blaze, not learning until after the fact of…

Silently sitting, contemplating the inner signs, changed my life. Many people say “subhanallah” but keep missing the moment. Presence with appreciation is a gift that opens the heart, helping us to arrive, once again, on time. Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Simplify practice to dive deeper.  Imagine the prayer carpet as a portal  or diving board into deep waters.  Rather than take on more memorization or recitations,  perhaps it is best to focus on a handful of surahs or less,  tighten up technique and accuracy,  and revisit all positionings  to practice deep presence  and concentration on…

Sacred knowledge is the stream to the Sea. Say “subhanallah” and dive to into the carpet face first. One of these nights, the portal will open up and you’ll find yourself floating beneath a sky of stars that set your heart aglow like a firefly in the forest. Copyright © All Rights Reserved

So difficult to know what to do or where to go nowadays. Every day new changes, new paces to pick up and what we leave behind piles up on the sides of roads we never imagined we’d really have to walk one day. And the road’s one way. No two ways about it. Pillars of…

I kiss the back of her hand. She has rough skin these days. She abuses those who only want to help. She isn’t meant to be a tyrrant. She has a heart as vast as the great Eurasian grasslands, home of the horse and braide bearing maidens. She doesn’t like nature enough to know what…

He told me a story, the Shami. He didn’t speak to me before, but only hinted at it somehow. He told me about Mesopotamia, somewhere between copper country and Kuwait. But wait, were you born out in the mountains, only to go to the seashore? There are channels that must be explored as we’re learning.…

I love you still, somehow. I am unsure why at this point. How do you look in the mirror without smashing it with your fist? That would be an honest action at least. You who have forgotten the taste of truth on your tongue. I repeat my phrasings. I mix my metaphors freely. I cry…

The lessons we come to know are not always easy, and what I felt in my heart was unceasing. It pushed me onwards. I had to get to her, somehow. The satchel felt heavy, this message in time. “She shall know how to read it,” he said to himself as he sipped an herbal infusion by…

We have been reading and writing since before “before”.   I didn’t used to see what you were saying, not because you lacked the words. I just couldn’t hear them. Since then, I’ve learned to listen. Lost some cognition, but somehow, i “know”. I had to lose it all to taste the truth on the…